A love letter for an ending

Would you be a friend? At the end of us would I find a warm shoulder where a lover used to be?

I love you, forever, that’s true. But at what point do we call it? Maybe this is the last time I’ll let you make me cry. Maybe this is the last time that I’ll lay here attempting to conjure up your reasons to stay. When does love become a burden?

This quarrel, a losing game. Would you kiss me on that night? Stroke my hair on that night?

Despite everything you’re about to lose could you love me and let me go?